Junk food

Look guys, I make food for people. I farm pigs, than I have them killed and butchered and sent to you in your blasted shops, for you to eat in all ikinds of extraordinary ways that bloody huntergatherers would not hav conceived.

We’re in a period like the early 19th century, when on the one hand you have a new ruling class setting up a rigid social system designed to legitimise their rule, and on the other hand everybody else being crushed by it. The question is which way things will go; whether they will triumph or we will resist and overthrow them. The precedent isn’t good; last time they produced the Victorian Dispensation. This time… I dunno. It’s not looking good right now. The best we can say is that we have better communications this time around, but the ability of the Enemy to manipulate us by twiddling our moral dials seems as strong as ever. They only have to shout “think of the children” a few times and they can ban anything.

I keep lying awake at night trying to think up some revolutionary new strategy that can defeat an ideological hegemony in formation, but I can never come up with anything good enough.